Seven Months

Recent Accomplishments:

+ Crawling for real, which is more scary than exciting. Time for gates on the stairs...goody. [read with sarcasm]

+ Growling. All the time. We don't know where she picked up this unladylike habit, but it's her thing right now. Her cousins called her a dragon when she was growling at them the other day, but we prefer to think of her as our little tiger cub (the red hair fits too).

+ Sampling peas, carrots, sweet potatoes, a lime slice that didn't faze her at all, and whatever else she gets her hands on. Her favorites so far are avocados and any form of paper.

+ Still drooling, still chewing, and still no sign of teeth.

+ Waking up more at night than she did as a newborn (help!)

Grandpa

My grandpa's funeral was Monday. It was a whirlwind weekend full of people and emotions, but yet strangely peaceful too. It's amazing that death can be a happy time when we know Christ.

But I will still miss him. He was an incredible man. One of the most tireless, passionate, giving, and fearless Christians I know. It didn't seem right to see him so still.

Thank you for the legacy, Grandpa. And for the memories...the kisses on the cheek, the laughter, and the many, many root beer floats.

I opened up to I Corinthians 15 the day after the funeral. It was like a little hug from God.

For He must reign, till He hath put all enemies under His feet. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death...death is swallowed up in victory. O death where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

Babies, Babies, Babies

We are having a lot of fun around here with all the new babies. They are so darling! I can't get enough of the tiny-ness. And I'm so excited for all the cousins to be able to grow up together.

Clint and Alesa's Greyson William

February 24

Clint and Alesa's Ellie Lee

February 24

Luke and Andria's Willem Ellis

March 14

House Projects Continued

Project Tackled:

The Master Bedroom

-BEFORE-

Empty and white

-AFTER-

Hand-drawn and painted trees...crazy, painstaking project

The weird deer candelabra that I found at an antique store and painted black.

And the very cool blanket that Andria made for me when I was pregnant with Poppy.

Spoiled Rotten

Today is my birthday. And instead of feeling sorry for myself for being home alone all day (except for two cute babies, of course) with no fun plans until this evening, I decided to pamper myself and pretend like I wanted a relaxing day at home.

I didn't get dressed and wore my favorite ruffly robe. The babies were napping so I had two bowls of the cereal that I am currently crushing on, made a cup of tea, turned on the fireplace, and nibbled on the best dark chocolate ever (Theo organic spicy chile) as I snuggled into the couch with a blanket and opened up my Bible. The morning was going well and I was feeling pretty good.

Then I read Revelation 22. And suddenly all of my piddly attempts to spoil myself seemed very, very small compared to the birthday gift that God has given to me and to all of his children:

And he showed me a pure river of water of life,

clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.

In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.

And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him:

And they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.

And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever.

...And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.

Just Saying...

Since the day Poppy was born, people have been telling me that she looks "just like Bryan." Of course I love Bryan, so I don't mind.

However, when my mom found this picture of me at six months (adorable, I know), I was smugly pleased to see that there was a tiny bit of a resemblance. Or am I just imagining it?

Give me a little credit. I was the one who went through nine months of pregnancy and labor that seemed to last another nine months, after all...